For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart.
I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me.
How wrong I was! For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life.
my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you.
Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face,
And yet I remembered.
the once happy world such as ours? I came because the song that I kept
The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune,
because you and I had been one.
Can’t you understand?
Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?
But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart.
How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone?
will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard,